​A lone word fell upon a page. Looking around he began to sob. Loneliness has but one cure. It needs another. Soon another small word joined it there. The two became best friends, each playing with the other. They traded places on the page. Soon an object, looking like a tree, was seen on the corner of the paper. One of the words went and hid behind it.

“Where did you go my friend? I’m all alone now.”

“Look behind the tree for me.”

“If this is a game where we hide and find each other, the tree is the only place we can look.”

Suddenly, with that word spoken, another object found a resting place on the page as well. It was a house with many rooms in it. The two words were then joined by several others that asked to play their game with them. Why not, there were plenty of places now to hide.

Then the real fun began as all of the words, except the one seeking, would hide in the rooms of the house. A curious thing then occurred. Unusual sounds were heard up in the tree. First a furry little creature was scampering about along with a few others dressed all up in feathers and flapping their wings. Many different chirping sounds were heard as well.

All of the words that were hiding in the house, came out and began climbing the tree. Soon the tree was filled with words that were hanging and jumping from branch to branch. More creatures and words began showing up on the page, and the paper began to fill right up. It looked like there was no more room for even one more object or even a short word.

Lying right beside the one page was another blank piece of paper. Our first word that had come to our once empty page jumped quickly to the white paper. The scene we had just reported above began to repeat itself until the second page was full too.

When it came time to jump to a third page, our very first word looked up and saw the writer with a pen in hand. The writer looked down and smiled kindly and said, “Go ahead I’m waiting for you. I want to at least finish these opening lines to my book” The Town of What If.” So the prologue was completed so the story could begin.

That same first word then landed quickly on the third page and the story continued without any interruptions. This first word knew he was a vital part of the telling of this story, since this tale had to start somewhere. The lone word looked up at the writer/creator, and if a word could smile, it is what was happening. He knew before long the writer would bring more friends to fill up yet another page, so that he was never ever alone.

As I close on the end of 2015, I want to share with you something that happened just last night (30th) that showed to me once again how – and for so many others I have found out – that this New Year in particular for unique yet strangely at the same time very similar reasons is a new chance for them (and my family) to really start a NEW beginning.

I was taking a personal break on my patio “war room,” and a young black man -19yo I came to find out – happened by. Much to my surprise this stranger asked me if he could come sit and talk for he “did not like to smoke a cig alone” and he really needed someone to talk to. Right away, I could tell he was very upset and angry. He sat on my bench while I was at my table. ‘Joe’ told me he was so angry at his mom; his words were jumbled, his story all over the place.

I could lie and tell you I wasn’t at first nervous, a million fearful things going through my head especially as a single mom of three. Should I excuse myself and get in my home asap? Did he assume I was racist because of the color of my skin? Would he think I was automatically deserving of harm because I was white? After-all, it seems every where you turn ‘whites’ are being berated and condemned.

Five seconds later, I continued to hold my ground; kept my butt on my chair and admonished myself for almost giving into the fear. Naturally, and understandably, many of you would criticize me for not leaving.

﻿U﻿pdated 10/31/2015 with latest video.﻿﻿Side note:==> The truth about PP claim that only 3% of their 'business' comes from abortions: https://youtu.be/KKIOBOFaVYs==> 50% of Americans have not seen these videos yet. No surprise there once you follow the money between PP and MSM. That is why I continue to share. And because:I am only one, / But still I am one. / I cannot do everything, / But still I can do something; / And because I cannot do everything, / I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.-Edward Everett Hale, author (1822-1909)-----This is from a thirty month investigation by The Center for Medical Progress. Their Human Capital Project documents "how Planned Parenthood sells the body parts of aborted babies. The sale of aborted fetal tissue is a serious breach of law and ethics that has violations of numerous state and federal laws associated with it. " The videos are graphic and disturbing. If coming from the blog landing page, be sure to click the "read more" to the bottom right!I uploaded the videos here in case CMP was compromised. The truth must be spread far and wide!Go to www.centerformedicalprogress.org for full length footage, documents and fact sheets. ACTION ITEM: Sign the petition to investigate and de-fund Planned Parenthood from receiving any more of our tax dollars.---Here's a response to PP's defensive statements from Life Site News: